AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. You lucky people - two chapters in as many days! Here's the next chapter - it is longer than the previous ones.

"What took you so long?" Ginny had woken up by the time Draco returned.

"Talking to Dumbledore." Ginny raised one eyebrow. It was well known throughout the school how much Draco Malfoy hated the headmaster. However, he'd obviously changed somewhat, as he was friends with a Weasley, namely her.

"You two can leave now. And Miss Weasley, no more climbing bookcases." Madam Pomfrey ushered them out, and they quickly left, relieved to be free at last.

"Ginny, what's a Canary Cream?" She suppressed a giggle, and rummaged through her bag. Pulling out a packet of biscuits, she handed them to Draco. He looked at them quizzically, then ate one of the biscuits.

"I feel… strange…"

His bag fell to the floor as his arms transformed into wings. Bright yellow feathers sprouted from all over his body, and the rest of his sentence turned into a plaintive chirp. Ginny took pity on him, and explained.

"Canary Creams were invented by my brothers, Fred and George. Don't worry, the effects only last a few minutes."

When he did eventually turn back to normal (it took a bit longer than she thought), he'd left a long trail of yellow feathers behind him, and was beginning to see the funny side (or at least he would if it happened to the right people).

"Remind me never to eat anything offered by a Weasley, unless I want to turn into a big yellow bird!"

"Or have your tongue grow and grow, or have a nosebleed that won't stop until you eat another one of their inventions, or…"

"I get the idea, Gin."

"It's only Fred and George that's the problem, really. I only gave you those because you asked about them."

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The next few weeks passed by in a blur of lessons, homework and confrontations with Ron Weasley. The first of these occurred when he saw his sister studying in the library with Draco Malfoy.

"Ginny! What do you think you're doing with him?"

"Homework, what does it look like?"

Ron started shouting, Ginny responded, and it ended with them all being thrown out of the library by Madam Pince.

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"Where do you think you're going?" A week later, and Ron saw the pair walking along a corridor together.

"We're going back to Draco's room to have wild, passionate sex." Ginny's voice was totally deadpan, and somehow both she and Draco managed to keep a straight face. Ron turned bright red, and started stuttering. This became worse when Draco smirked, and wrapped his arms around Ginny.

"See you later, Ronald." Ginny and Draco strolled off, while Ron stood there spluttering.

"Oh, calm down, Ronald." Hermione, as usual, had no patience with him.

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Almost before they realised, everyone was packing to go home for the Christmas holidays. Draco, on the other hand, was moodily lounging on his bed, glaring at the rest of the seventh year Slytherins.

"Draco!" One of the prefects burst in. "Dumbledore wants to see you, now. Says it's important."

Pretending to groan, Draco left. Secretly, he was relieved – this probably meant he didn't have to go home.

Standing in front of the gargoyle, he realised he didn't know the password. "Canary Creams" didn't work, and neither did the multitude of Wizarding sweets he could name. Luckily, Dumbledore left his office to open the gargoyle for Draco.

"Mr Malfoy, I have decided to send you to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix for the holidays. This is for your protection. I assume you have heard of the Order of the Phoenix?"

Draco nodded. The Order was well known among Death Eaters, and he knew plenty of those.

"Pack your things, then return here with them."

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Somehow, when Draco returned, he wasn't surprised to see Professor Snape.

"Severus will be taking you. First, read this." Dumbledore handed him a slip of parchment.

"The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place."

"Firstly, we need to take a carriage to Hogsmeade. From there, we will apparate. Remember what was on that parchment."

Draco glanced down at it, only to see it burst into flames and disappear.

"Have a good Christmas, Draco." That twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes looked particularly bright. He was up to something.

AN: Next chapter - Christmas at Grimmauld Place, complete with the Order of the Phoenix. You'll need to review first, though.